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thank you so much for the tag!!

my favourite starker fics, part 1

hi. for my first reclist in this blog, i put together my personal favourite starker fanfics that i re-read again and again. in no particular order and with some cw/dark themes here and there, here they come:

• maybe different, but remember; by RoamingSignals (@spider-mancan), E, 18k, 2/2 chapters

Peter is working at Delmar’s, sorting out tabloids on the rack in the front, and he sees Tony’s face plastered everywhere and then Peter is reading words and then he can’t read anything because he’s crying and his shaking hands rip the magazine in half.

Tony Stark…alive.

He saved the world, saved Peter, and Peter never even got to thank him. Not that it matters now. If Peter was a factor in Tony's decision to snap his fingers, Peter will never know. No one will ever know, because Peter fucked up and now he doesn’t exist.

• touchpoint; by RoamingSignals (@spider-mancan), M, 57’6k, 2/2 chapters

Peter lost a lot of things in Boston. When he lists them out, they fit in the margins of his napkin; his career, his degree, his motivation, his boyfriend, and himself. Not in that order. Not all by mistake.

“You’re just a secretary.” Tony tuts.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a secretary,” Peter says. “Your old secretary is the CEO of SI, these days.”

“Pepper Potts is the smartest woman I’ve ever met,” Tony agrees. “And she never let anyone call her ‘just a secretary.’”

• scaling the walls; by Starker1975 (@starker1975), E, 42’6k, 13/13 chapters

Peter is tired of crushing hopelessly on Tony, so he decides to create an online dating profile to meet someone new. Neither Peter (Webster01) or his strange beau (Mark70) have pictures on their bio. They decide to keep it that way so they can focus on bonding over things besides appearance.

Meanwhile, Tony decides to start spending more time with Peter because people always become interested as soon as you try to move on...

• fucking if; by Graceful_Starker (@graceful-starker), M, 9’7k, 2/2 chapters - cw: implied non-con, not between starker

Peter and Tony in a beginning phases relationship. Then the snap. Peter coming back to Tony, Pepper and Morgan.

• revelations; by Anonymous (#author has already arranged a ride to church trust me), E, 126’8k, 19/19 chapters

“I still don’t get it,” Ned says. “How you just... keep being ordinary in spite of all the craziness you’ve lived through. You were in space. You helped Iron Man save the universe. And nobody knows it was you.” His tone softens, becomes almost sad. As though he realizes that what he’s saying is so completely alien to him that he will never be able to understand this part of Peter’s life. “Peter, don’t you want people to know you for who you are?”

An AU where they get the Gauntlet off of Thanos that first time, on Titan.

• closer to a prayer; by LearnedFoot (@learned-foot), E, 17’4k, oneshot

“I think I’m dying.”

Peter stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, blinking. It feels weird to say it out loud.

In which Peter's powers turn against him, Mr. Stark is back and suddenly acting kind of weird (and by weird he means flirtatious), and it’s all a lot to handle at once.

• stuck; by Heathertastic (@heathertastic), E, 5’4k, oneshot - cw: Accidental Penetration

Tony and Peter get stuck together in a closet the size of Peter himself- and yeah, it’s basically porn without plot.

• Give Me Your Wallet (And Your Watch); by airebellah (@airebellah), M, 30’5k, 10/10 chapters

It was pushing midnight when Peter sent a text to his friend Ned asking for help with a chemistry problem. I know I'm doing something wrong but I can't figure it out, he wrote. He received a text with a picture of the solution. The elegant script should have been the first clue; the fact that it was on the back of a napkin the second. But he was tired, and failed to notice such details.

You misplaced your decimal when converting degrees to Kelvin, came the reply. Rookie mistake.

Gee, thanks, Peter replied with a roll of his eyes. Anything you need help with?

Yeah, who the fuck am I talking to, exactly?

• covet; by Anonymous (#author has already arranged a ride to church trust me), E, 33’9k, 5/5 chapters

Peter has a new boyfriend. Tony starts drinking again, for unrelated reasons.

• uranium heart; by spqr, M, 11´3k, oneshot

It’s probably better, Peter thinks, that he doesn’t know who his soulmate is. He wouldn’t want to lie to them about Spider-Man, but he doesn’t think he’d be able to tell them the truth, either. Not when he knows it would make them a target for every villain who wants a piece of him.

When he has enough free time to feel sorry for himself, he thinks about how lonely he is and how much he wants someone to talk to--just talk to. But he doesn’t really have that much free time. And anyways, there are thousands of lonely people in New York. Peter’s nothing special.

• another life; by InColor (@incolorwrites), E, 9’3k, oneshot

Tony comes back to a world where everyone's moved on without him.

Peter helps.

• secret santa, baby; by orphan_account, E, 17´3k, 5/5 chapters

Tony never intended to become Peter's Secret Santa. He just sort of stumbles into it. But now that he is, he's going to take advantage of it. Tony's got one week to spoil the kid, one week until Christmas. He just has to make sure that his secret stays secret.

• your thoughts are my desires; by Sparcina (@zsparz), E, 6’2k, 4/4 chapters

Peter doesn't know that Tony can read his thoughts.

Alternatively: Tony gets intimately acquainted with Peter's fantasies feelings.

• peter parker, sexter extraodinaire; by Sparcina (@zsparz), E, 7’5k, 4/4 chapters

Apparently, sexting Mr. Stark by accident is a thing Peter does now. While touching himself. And Tony... Well, he probably shouldn't fantasize about Peter, but the kid's just too damn attractive and brilliant for his own good.

• just for tonight; by keenwonderlandcollector, M, 31’1k, 10/10 - cw: incest/father-son incest

While out at an exhibit, Peter gets into an awkward situation and pretends that Tony, his father, is actually his boyfriend. Tony goes along with it, and Peter soon finds himself enjoying it a little too much…

• from the bounty; by feyrelay (@feyrelay) & natureboy, E, 31’8k, 3/3 chapters

Tony’s eyes are always dark, but now there's almost no iris left. He looks hollowed out. There’s something terribly hungry there, despite the feast they've filled themselves on.

(20k words of food erotica foreplay and 13k words of porn)

• better than; by unsettled (@unsettledink), M, 40’6k, oneshot

Maybe there isn't really a fixed point where it starts, where any of it starts, nothing Tony can point to and say, there, there is where I made my mistake, there is where I could have stopped this, there is where I can stop it from happening again.

Maybe it shouldn’t have been something Tony tried to stop.

(or: the one where Tony is going to be responsible for once, okay? He is!)

• worth the word; by unsettled (@unsettledink), teen and up, 5’4k, oneshot

Valentine’s Day is not Peter’s favorite holiday by a long shot. And it’s not just because he’s a little jealous of everyone else showing off gifts from their partners.

But it’s still really nice that an unknown someone sent him a gift this year. Or two. Or— okay, this is getting out of hand.

• above and beyond; by unsettled (@unsettledink), E, 12’8k, oneshot - cw: incest/father-son incest

Trans Peter telling his dad that he’s never had an orgasm. And Tony eating Peter out until the boy’s oversensitive and crying out “dad” as he comes.

• still use work; by LearnedFoot (@learned-foot), E, 6’5k, oneshot

“In the spirit of scientific discovery,” Tony adds.

“Yeah, the spirit of scientific discovery, exactly.”

Or: Peter has a problem. Tony attempts to solve it. To be helpful, obviously. That’s the only reason.

• a familiar stranger; by Starker1975 (@starker1975), E, 132,1k, 21/21 chapters - cw: incest/father-son incest

Peter's tired of being single, but online dating scares him, so he creates a fake profile to scope out the playing field before fully committing. He isn't sure what to think when he sees his dad's profile on the app.

hope you like them as much as i did!

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graceful-starker · 23 days

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <33

Bb 🥺🥰❤️

#Ask #ily jacy

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thank you for adding me to your rec list!! ❤️❤️❤️

im having a hard time finding sim!tony starker fics... any recommendations? thank u in advance!

Ok so I have a lot of recommendations lol.

If you enjoy dark (and I mean dark) SIM, then Basil has a ton of short fics. The whole collection is here.

Highlander_II writes a lot of canon aligned SIM, found here.

I also write a fair amount of SIM (all different flavors) if you want to just browse my profile (found here).

The Darkness in Me is a fun/dark two part where there's SIM, Tony, and Peter.

@authoressofdarkness has a lot I really like but the ones that come to mind for SIM both are WIPs.

Guide Me Safely to Shore is a soul mate story and Beauty and the Beast. Both feature a villainous Tony and hero Peter.

Baby Bats has a ton as well so just check their profile but mind the tags depending on your preference. @babybatscreationsv2 is a talented writer who writes across the spectrum of tags and genres.

@the-mad-starker and @graceful-starker have both written a few as well that are all really good so I'll just drop their profile links too. (hopefully the filter sort stayed on the link, but if not, just filter for superior iron man).

Mads. Gracie

@ursafootprints has one that's ongoing that I'm dying for the resolution. Mind the tags though because it's a dark incest fic. Double Blind

Late addition because I was rushing. Askmyknives also writes sim and you can find them here.

Ready is a hot little coffee shop AU one shot.

Devotion, absolution, desire is a really good dark smutty piece.

Blinding lights is a vampire soul mate AU that I adore.

Collared Innocence by StarkerKeyz is a super hot and also kinda cute soul mate story. I reread it regularly.

Anyways, if I forgot anyone, I'm sorry but these are some of what comes to mind!

#starker

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graceful-starker · 2 months

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omgomgomgomgomg

DinLuke au with Mando!Tony and his husband Luke!Peter raising their youngling together

@starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Star Wars card below

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Hi I know it’s still a few months out (it’s not even 2024 yet lol) but I was wondering if you were putting on the bingo again for the summer of 2024?

Well this is forever old, but yes! We plan on doing a summer bingo again this year.

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For AUpril, can I request some lesbian starker? And if you want, mix in some omegaverse cause I've been low-key desperate for top omega/bottom alpha lesbians 🥺 but no pressure 😂

I can do both!!! I’ll tag you 🥰😘

#Ask #the mad starker

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StarkerFestivals Omegaverse Prompts

Hello! This event's coming out a bit late but here it is! StarkerFestivals' month(ish) long Omegaverse Prompts! More Starker + Omegaverse!

Duration: March 2024

Rules:

No minimums, all content accepted 💗 However you want to imagine Starker in an omegaverse setting, go for it!

One prompt per created content unless it's a multi chapter fic. Prompts for multichapter fics can be claimed 1 per chapter. (Another example: If you create a one-shot fic and a moodboard, you may claim 2 prompts. 3 chapter fic and moodboard = allowed to claim up to 4)

Tags: #SFOmegaverse24

AO3 Collection: #SFOmegaverse24

Prompts:

Heats / Ruts

Bonding

Nesting

Presenting

Courting

Top Omegas

Mating Run

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graceful-starker · 2 months

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I have some ideas for AUpril, but if you guys have any ideas/prompts you want to gimme I wouldn't complain 🥺

#starker

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StarkerFestival's Extended AUpril!!

Hello everyone! Thank you to all the participants that joined us for our Valentine's Day exchange! We still have a few posts we're waiting on to close the event and once we have everything collected, we'll have a master post for the gifts.

Meanwhile– Us mods are extremely excited to announce our newest event! We are calling it Extended AUpril, and I believe we may have done something similar in the past.

For AUpril, we have made 2 community 4x4 bingos. The bingos will last all three months, and are light and dark themed. (Note: The prompts are themed this way. You do not have to do angst for dark prompts and fluff for light prompts. Feel free to be as creative as you want!)

Duration: This event will start today and last until the end of May.

Reminder: There is no obligation for these community bingos. Do them all, do exactly one prompt--it's completely up to you! Just make sure to tag properly.

Other Events:

March - There will be a list of 7 prompts dedicated to Omegaverse week (info post will be tomorrow). While it is a 'week,' this event will last the entire month of March.

May - Mer-May week to be posted in May! Again, although it is a week's worth of themed prompts, it will last the entire month of May.

Below the cut are the written versions of the prompts.

Extra rules:

In order to get it reblogged, please @ us here, and feel free to use these hashtags! #StarkerFestivalsEvents , #SFAUpril24.

Crossovers are allowed and welcome for all prompts! Some of the prompts themselves are cross over prompts, please feel free to do so!

You only have to complete one card to get a 'bingo.' We only separated the light and dark prompts for people who prefer to avoid angst! A bingo is four in a row for this event, meaning horizontal, vertical, or diagonal.

Tag every trigger appropriately, as always.

Have fun with it! This is to encourage AUs, not any specific prompts. Feel free to take it in any direction you want to.

Happy AUpril everyone!

Light Bingo AUs:

Royal

No Powers/Modern

Coffee shop

Education (Teacher, High School, College, etc.)

Celebrity (Actor, Singer, Streamer, etc.)

Artist/Author

Fix-it

Librarian

Star Wars

Magic (HP, Realism, Fantasy etc.)

Aged Up/Down

Angel/Demon

Lesbian Starker

Decorator

Soulmates

Cottage/Countryside

Dark Bingo AUs:

War/Military

YA Distopia (Hunger Games, Divergent, etc.)

Criminal

Superior Iron Man

Supernatural (Ghost, Vamp, Alien, Were, etc.)

Firefighter

Game of Thrones

Detective

Apocalypse

Break Up/Make Up

Blood

Lovers to Enemies

Stockholm Syndrome/Kidnapping

Historical

Hospital (Staff, Setting, Sick, Diagnosis, CI, etc.)

Mafia

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thank you so much!!!!!! This is so sweet!!

Take it Slow (ABO Starker Fic)

Rating: Explicit | Content Warnings: ABO Universe, Omega Peter Parker, Alpha Tony Stark, Period Sex, Soft Sex, REALLY REALLY SOFT SEX, Intersex Omega, Vaginal Sex, no vivid descriptions of any blood.

Written for the mods of Starker Festival! | for @the-mad-starker @graceful-starker @starkersparks | thank you for organizing another great event for the starker fandom. ♡

Story Summary: It's that time of the month and Tony has an idea to take away Peter's cramps.

Read below or at AO3 ❥

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Tony enters the living room to see his mate curled up in a ball holding a heating pad on top of his newly acquired Italian rug, the fireplace roaring with a soft fire. The genius frowns slightly when he smells distress and pain coming from his omega, he can also hear whimpers and soft groans coming out of the omega's lips.

"Peter, love, are you okay?" Tony asks gently as he pads over to where his mate is. He kneels over the kid, the soft glow of the fire bounced off the pale white skin of the omega, making him look so beautiful under the complimenting light.

"I hate being a part woman. " Peter snaps out in bitterness, drawing it out in a dramatic tone, his cheeks flushed with unshed shyness.

Tony chuckles, ah, it was those days. He figures as he gently settles down beside the omega.

"Are you on your period?" He asks gently, caressing the Omega's stomach to which Peter just absentmindedly hummed at.

"I don't want to be an Omega anymore, Tony. You be the omega." Peter quips to which Tony just chuckles gently at, he knows how hard it was to be an Omega, a second gender that male species tend to cry over, besides developing certain parts like a cunt and a womb, — male omegas also go through periods that would last four to seven days depending on the Omega's body. They would also go through heat, and they would also go through pregnancy.

So, Tony has a high amount of respect for all Omegas, but to be an Omega? Tony thinks he's much too pussy for that.

"You know, Natasha told me the other day that sex helps in lessening the pain during period cramps." Tony quips gently, taking the heating pad off of Peter's stomach and replacing it with his own palm.

Tony was a Dominant Alpha, he was a walking furnace, his body heat was off the charts, whilst Peter also lacked heat in his Omegan body and his spider mutation that made him unable to thermoregulate, that is also a reason why these two clicked despite their large age difference and fate made sure they would get together because apparently, by fate's design, they were true mates.

Peter raises a brow at Tony, "Is that an underhanded way to ask for sex despite the fact that I am suffering from blood loss, Mr. Stark?" his mate asks sarcastically as his doe brown eyes squinted on Tony, sheesh, the kid had a fire in him during these times of the month.

Tony puts one hand in defense.

"Nat told me that! And I've also read that soft intercourse will actually help with the flow of blood and will actually make your period go faster than normal." Tony comments defensively, ignoring the deep scowl on Peter's face.

"Shut up, sir." Peter bites back, slightly groaning when he feels a cramp against his lower stomach.

"But, I am not kidding." Tony supplies again, grinning at Peter with a teasing expression. Peter glowers at him, narrowing his eyes.

"I will web you to the ceiling." Peter threatens, Tony chuckles as he drops a soft kiss on Peter's forehead, oh god, how he loves this kid so much, down to the deepest part of his undying soul.

Tony observes Peter, keening mentally at how gorgeous his younger mate has grown over the years, not that Peter was not already beautiful, the kid had grown even more beautiful, in all aspects.

After the war, he and Peter had grown closer after Tony lost him due to the blip, he took him in after his amicable divorce with Pepper. They weren’t romantic at first, even if Tony had the urge to claim the younger man right at the battlefield. Peter came back as he was before he was blipped, sixteen and hadn’t presented his secondary gender. So, when Peter presented as an Omega on his seventeenth birthday, Tony’s Alpha was already clawing inside him to mount, breed, and take the kid.

The moment Peter set foot inside the tower after presenting, the kid had sent him into an animalistic rut by the scent of berries and warm cocoa invading his senses.

That is how Tony found out that Peter Parker was his true and fated mate. The kid automatically gave his body to Tony that day. And Tony, being a man with no sense of control, marked, claimed, and bonded Peter that day as well. That was four years ago, now, at twenty one, they're in an established relationship, marked, mated and soon to be wedded by the tenth day of August, next year, on Peter's twenty second birthday.

Tony breaks away from his inner thoughts as he gently leans down over Peter, pressing soft open mouthed kisses on the beautiful boy’s soft plump lips.

"Does it still hurt?" Tony asks gently, putting slight pressure on the soft stomach, easing out the pain, Peter whimpers before nodding, his eyes hazed, the kid raises his hands, cards his fingers through Tony's hair.

"I'm sorry, baby." Tony whispers hoarsely, the pet name slipped, and Tony could smell the strong potent scent of arousal. He sees how Peter bit his lip, his eyes slightly closing as he pressed his thighs together. Tony hums as he leans down again, pressing another soft but deep kiss against the omega's lips. Peter pushed Tony away, panting.

"It…will be gross, sir." Peter huffed in annoyance, but also insecurity. Tony smirks, leaning down again, pressing his nose against the mating gland that had his mark. Peter keened at the notion.

"As if I'll ever be grossed out by anything you would do, baby." Tony gently says as he cups Peter's chin, "Trust me on this one, okay?" He asks the kid.

Peter scowls but nods, "Okay, but, gently okay? A-and, no mentioning of this tomorrow! A-and I swear to God if you tell anyone about this, I will hang you by the ankles at the Statue of Liberty." The kid threatened, his eyes were still unsteady, but Tony knew the threats were empty.

He picks up the omega with ease, letting Peter wrap his arms around his neck and his legs around Tony's waist. Tony easily walked them to the bedroom within a minute.

Tony removes their clothes and Peter whines at the coolness of their room, the alpha waves a finger, a hologram control panel of the centralized AC appeared, he dutifully changes the temp of the AC giving them the warmth they needed.

He leaned down into Peter's space and pressed his lips against the kid, they had done this so many times, soft love making , Tony knew how Peter liked it. His mate gasps, his body shivering when Tony lets the head of his cock slide in between the folds of his cunt as he settles in between the kid’s thighs. Tony licks his lips as he watches his cock enter Peter's cunt without strain. He could see red and white slick covering the head of his cock as he slowly pried Peter's cunt open for his cock.

Peter mewls when Tony pushes his cock in one go, his nails breaking the skin on Tony's shoulders. Tony hums, trying to make sure his pace wasn't too slow or too hard.

"Like this baby?" Tony asks as he rocks his hips in a deep but slow thrust, the head of his cock pressing against Peter's spot, Tony's pubis pressing against the small cocklet and clit that was sensitive and wet.

Peter nods, unable to formulate words, his head buried deep into the pillow as he lets out mewls and moans of pleasure, the feeling of Tony sliding inside him, intimately, makes his body sing in ultimate sexual gratification.

The sweat in between their bodies forgotten, Tony could stay like this forever, watching Peter's face contort with pleasure and pain and content. The smell of heavy arousal, slick and metal filled the room, the heat and wetness coming from Peter's cunt fuelled Tony to go deeper, harder.

His Omega whines in pleasure, letting tears slip from his eyes as he shut them closed, reeling at the feeling, curling his toes against the sheets, his stomach curling in a dangerous warrant of orgasm.

Tony licks the kid’s cheek, the tears that escaped Peter’s closed eyes tasted salty on Tony's tongue but he groaned at the power of making his omega cry in pleasure. His grip on the omega's hips tightened, his thrusts growing deeper if possible.

" Please, Alpha, make me cum." Peter whispers brokenly, Tony groans, burying his mouth against the Omega's collarbone before digging his teeth against it, Peter wails out in orgasm, squirting slick and blood all over Tony's cock.

The tightness and wetness around Tony's cock amplified his impending orgasm as he chased it with fervor, his thrust erratic as he lets out a deep and guttural moan as his knot expanded against the opening of Peter's cunt, knotting the omega as his thick cum filled Peter's womb.

Tony panted as he licked the bite mark he left on Peter's collarbone, his nose moving towards the kid’s scent glands, making Tony's body vibrate in glee and relaxation as the scent of Peter began mixing with the scent of him.

He looks at the holo clock on the wall of their bedroom, smiling slightly, “Happy Valentine’s day, Omega mine.” Tony whispers against his mate’s scent glands.

Peter lazily runs his fingers through the Alpha's hair, “Happy Valentine’s day, Alpha mine.” the kid whispers back, “I love you.”

Tony smiles at the soft tone of the Omega, “I love you too, kid. Now and forever.” he says softly before placing a gentle kiss on Peter’s jaw, “did the pain go away?” he asks, worried but held some teasing in his tone, maneuvering his younger lover in his arms, their lower bodies still connected through Tony’s knot.

The boy scowls, “you just had to ruin the moment, Mr. Stark.” Peter huffed out, hiding his face on Tony’s neck. He couldn’t stop the amused and adoring laugh that slipped through his lips. God, he’ll never want anyone else other than Peter.

“Sorry, love, I won’t ask anymore, but if your cramps haven’t stopped I can–”

“Shut up, Mr. Stark!” His Omega whines out again.

Tony chuckled, “alright, alright, shutting up now, Mr. Stark.” he says with a soft tone as he drops a kiss on the younger Omega’s curls.

If Peter was his prize for winning the war and saving the universe, then he’ll do it all over again just to have this beautiful boy in his arms for every life he had, in every world, in every time, and in every universe.

#starker #period sex #omegaverse

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You Just Haven't Found the Right Dom

This is for Highlander_ii! For @starkerfestivals Valentine's Day exchange.

Summary: Peter goes out looking for a hook-up (for whatever reason – post-bad break-up, etc) and gets in a little deeper than he'd intended when he meets Tony or Superior Iron Man.

Warnings: Warnings: BDSM, spit as lube, mentions of past bad BDSM etiquette/bad relationship.

Notes: Happy Valentine's Day!!! I hope you like it!!

Peter shouldn’t be here. He should NOT be here. This is a terrible, terrible idea.

The only reason he even knows this club exists is because it was in a briefing for one of the Avengers’ future missions. He wasn’t even paying that much attention-something about a new big bad, some new villain running illegal this or that, buying all the politicians, whatever. That’s Natasha’s area of expertise, not Peter’s.

But there are a lot of older guys here, and that’s different than what he normally goes for. And Peter wants something different. After wasting three years of his life on that same loser that just dumped him, Peter is itching to try something new. Something tamer, something softer. He wants someone who will take care of him instead of hurt him.

Not that he doesn’t enjoy a little pain sometimes, but it isn’t what he wants anymore. Not after all that time of the same things. He wants someone who will give instead of take.

So, fuck it. Maybe he’s only been with one guy, and maybe he’s never actually been in a club before. But so what? It’s time to try something new.

This is still a terrible idea. He isn’t the type of person to be at these clubs, and everyone here knows it. He just knows they know it; he can feel them all looking at him.

Peter downs the shot he ordered, shivering at the wave of warmth it sends through him. He can’t get drunk, but it helps him blend in.

A bang from the other room startles Peter, and he has to fight not to flinch-a normal human wouldn’t have heard it. But his spidey-senses are going off, and he wants to find out what that noise was. He peeks behind the bar casually, and sees a man in a very nice looking suit walking out from one of the back rooms. He looks angry, eyeing the woman following him from the corner of his eyes.

“Just clean it up, it isn’t that big of a deal, Pep. If you don’t want to get your nails dirty, ask Barnes.” The man makes a gesture with his hand signifying he’s done talking with her, and walks towards the bar. A part of Peter relaxes while the other tenses up; the bang must have been a keg dropping or something, but his senses are still keeping him on edge. “One,” the man says to the bartender, not clarifying at all what he actually wants.

Peter looks him over, hoping to calm his nerves. He looks like the type of person that would come to this type of club. He has dark hair, styled perfectly and not a strand out of place. His jaw is sharp and defined, and his facial hair is expertly shaped and well groomed. While he does look annoyed, something about his posture makes him look very approachable. He’s leaning against the bar, one arm laid out to support his weight and the other tapping impatiently with his fingers.

He’s wearing an incredibly fancy suit, the jacket missing, and it must cost more than Peter’s entire apartment. The watch alone is worth more than Peter’s ever had in his bank account combined. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms and making the bulging of his biceps against the bunched up sleeves even more obvious. He’s obviously fit, and Peter finds himself wanting to know what else is under all those fancy clothes.

The bartender passes a glass of dark liquid to the stranger, raising an eyebrow at him. The patron rolls his eyes and sighs heavily, and Peter has never been more certain he’s watching a silent conversation. The stranger tilts his head in just the right way that Peter can actually see the irises of his eyes, and Peter almost audibly gasps at the brilliant shade of icey blue they are. They’re still mostly hidden behind colored sunglasses.

The man pushes himself away from the bar and goes towards the VIP room towards the front with his drink, entering without even looking at the bouncer. Peter watches him go, his interest definetly piqued.

The bartender laughs, and Peter turns his attention back to him. He blushes when he realizes the bartender is actually looking at him, and therefore laughing at him. “A word of advice, kid: you don’t want the boss’s attention.”

Peter blushes harder, a flare of defiance coursing through him. “I’m not a kid,” he mumbles childishly, looking back over his shoulder at the VIP room.

“You aren’t the right type,” the bartender says as a final warning, pushing another shot towards Peter. Peter takes it, feelings his cheeks still flaming, and downs it. “He’d eat you up.”

Peter feels a bit disappointed at learning he isn’t the stranger’s type, but tries to brush it off. He reminds himself he doesn’t even want that type of guy, if the bartender is hinting at what Peter thinks he’s hinting at. Peter isn’t even sure he wants to be a sub at all anymore; maybe all Peter needs right now is a guy that’ll fuck him hard enough to get him out of his head, but in a vanilla way. “One more, please,” Peter says instead of responding.

The bartender smirks and passes him another one, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

Peter downs it quickly and passes the glass back, and digs his wallet out of his pocket. He digs his card out and waits for the bartender to hold his hand out before passing it over. “Keep my tab open, please,” Peter says, before hopping off his stool and turning toward the rest of the club.

There are people dancing in the center of the dance floor, but even more people are lounging in the chairs and couches lining the walls. Waitresses in skimpy uniforms walks the floor, grabbing empty drinks and flirting with the men while getting their orders. Peter doesn’t want to deal with that, so he joins the people dancing.

He doesn’t consider himself a good dancer–and MJ would very much agree with him–but he doesn’t need to be a good dancer in a place like this. A new song starts and he simply sways his hips to the loud bass, and keeps one hand on his neck and the other resting on his hip.

It works immedietly; a man dances over to him quickly and puts his hands on Peter’s waist, grinding into his ass to the beat. Peter grinds back, smirking at what he feels behind him. This stranger is fit too, his strong arms bumping into Peter’s every once in a while. His abs are easily felt against Peter’s back as well, and his hands are large enough to take up half of Peter’s torso.

They don’t share any words; they simple ‘dance’ to the music and let the alcohol course through their veins. Peter feels good; he feels wanted, and he feels like this man could give him what he wants so badly right now.

The song ends and Peter turns to put a face to the cock grinding into his ass, and fights back a wince. This guy is younger than Peter wants right now, and he looks unfortunately similar to his new ex. “Hey, handsome. What’s your name?” Peter asks, to be polite.

He’ll never know this stranger’s name, however, because right as he was opening his mouth, his eyes focus behind Peter’s shoulder and he tenses up. “We’ll dance another time,” he says instead, letting go of Peter and disappearing into the crowd of dancers.

Peter blinks in confusion but shrugs it off, turning around to see what scared the guy. He swallows thickly when he realizes the first stranger, ‘the boss’, is looking right at him with a predatory smirk.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” he asks, stepping closer until he’s in Peter’s space. “You aren’t the usual type to wind up in my club.”

Peter feels that familiar shiver run up his spine screaming DANGER, but he ignores it for now. After so long with his stupid ex, his spidey-sense goes off whenever Peter is even a little bit intimidated. “I…I was just in the neighborhood,” he says lamely.

The stranger laughs, seemingly charmed by Peter’s awkwardness, and hands his empty glass to a waitress walking by without looking at her. “What are you looking for in a place like this?” the stranger asks instead, and his intense eyes are shining behind the glasses.

Peter swallows thickly and tries to find his courage. “Someone to fuck me well,” Peter says, lifting his chin in faux confidence. The stranger’s eyes widen minutely in surprise, a reaction mild enough that a normal human wouldn’t notice. Peter wonders if the man is surprised by Peter’s bluntness or something else.

“Well,” the stranger says, a smirk growing on his lips and showing off his sharp canines. “This isn’t that type of club. Lucky for you, though, you ran into me. And I can help you with your goal.”

Peter blushes a bit, cocking his head to the side. “A little birdie told me you aren’t what I’m looking for,” Peter disagrees. He crosses his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side in challenge. He notices the stranger’s eyes darting to the line of Peter’s neck, and it makes his confidence swell again.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, lifting his fingers to hover over Peter’s neck. Peter’s eyes widen at the pause, not used to his partner asking for permission. When Peter doesn’t move away or say now, he allows his fingers brush over Peter’s neck lightly. It almost tickles, and it definitely lights sparks down Peter’s spine. “Who told you that?”

Peter has to take a shaky breath to calm himself, not wanting his voice to crack or something equally embarrassing. “Bartender.” he clears his throat, and then straightens his neck out to look up at the stranger. His fingers glide down the rest of Peter’s neck until his palm rests on Peter’s shoulder in an almost possessive way. “He said you would eat me alive.”

“Mm,” the stranger hums, moving his fingers back up Peter’s neck so he can lift Peter’s chin even higher. “Only if you wanted me to.”

Peter feels his knees shake, and when he swallows it’s more difficult than it should be. “I’m not interested in being a sub anymore. I hated it with my ex. I’m not what you’re looking for, sir.”

“Tony,” the stranger says, and it takes an embarrassingly long second before Peter realizes that’s the stranger’s name. “And you just haven’t found the right dom yet,” Tony adds, his smirk widening. He uses his thumb to rub against Peter’s jawline.

Peter hums, buying time for his brain to start working again. His fingers are so fucking thick, and his arms are so distracting, and that smile. Peter is sure there has never been a single human on the whole planet who was hotter than this guy. “Seriously, I hate it. I want someone to be nice to me, not hurt me.”

Tony’s smile falters, and he steps closer into Peter’s space. He’s so close now that Peter can feel his breath against his own lips. “Is that what he told you? That a dom is supposed to hurt you?”

Peter’s eyes can’t move away from Tony’s lips. He wants to kiss them so badly; he can’t think about anything else. Except Tony is still waiting for an answer, so Peter swallows and forces himself to look up at Tony’s eyes. “Isn’t it?” he whispers.

Tony makes a noise that’s half a hum and half a growl, his other hand coming to rest on Peter’s waist. “No, kid. Being a dom is about making you submit. Not hurting you. A lot of subs like to be hurt, but if you don’t then it isn’t required.”

Peter almost melts. Almost. “I’m Peter,” Peter says, and decides to be brave one more time. He lets his hand rest on the arm reaching for Peter’s waist, pushing just his fingertips up just under the rolled up sleeves. “You can try and change my mind,” he mumbles.

Tony grins and moves his hand up Peter’s body and down his arm until they’re holding hands. He moves the hand on Peter’s jaw down until he’s cupping the back of Peter’s neck gently, gripping just tight enough to make Peter feel safe and taken care of. “Come on then, Peter,” Tony says, and when he says Peter’s name his legs go numb.

Peter nods, and allows Tony to lead him by the hand, already missing the hold on his jaw.

Tony leads them through the back and up the stairs, then into a room all the way in the back of the hall. He opens the door and holds it for Peter, allowing him to go in first. The room is giant in Peter’s opinion, with windows that take up the whole wall and a bed big enough to fit five grown men comfortably. It looks incredibly comfortable, with a pretty bedspread and far too many pillows. Peter wonders if this room exists as Tony’s actual bedroom or as a sex room.

“Woah,” Peter whispers, turning in place to take in the whole view.

Tony hums and locks the door behind them, waiting for Peter to face him again. “You like what you see?” he asks coyly.

Peter blushes and nods, looking Tony up and down in an exaggerated fashion. “I do.”

Tony chuckles, deep and from his chest, and Peter feels his breath hitch. “What’s your safeword, handsome?”

Peter feels his cheeks heat even more. Guess Tony is done with the small talk. “P-peppermint.”

“Peppermint, got it. If I do anything that you don’t like, you use that word or red. If I do something you aren’t sure you like, or if you want to move on, say yellow. Do you understand?”

Peter nods, starting to feel nervous again.

Tony tsks, cocking his head to the side. He crosses his arms over his chest, and it makes his forearms look delicious. “Manners, Peter.”

“Y-yes sir,” Peter stutters, without missing a beat.

“Good,” Tony purrs, taking his glasses off and putting them on a dresser. His startlingly blue eyes almost shine in the light, and Peter is captivated by them. “Put your hands behind your head.” Peter does hesitate at this, but he eventually links his fingers together and rests them against the back of his head. “Good,” Tony praises, and Peter already feels his cock twitch. “Keep them there for me, won’t you?”

Peter nods as best he can, and keeps his hands still against the back of his head.

Tony then does the very last thing Peter expected. He puts his hands on Peter’s hips, squeezing lightly, before using them for balance as he slowly sinks to his knees. He keeps eye contact with Peter the entire time, his pupils dilating at the surprised look Peter is sure he’s wearing.

Peter’s cock twitches in his pants, and he’s sure Tony saw it this time. Tony’s lips twist up into another smirk, and his fingers dip into Peter’s jean’s waistline. He runs his fingertips over the top of Peter’s boxers, just teasing. He just repeats that motion for what feels like an eternity, smirk firmly in place and eyes locked with Peter’s.

Peter whines softly after several moments, fingers twitching behind his head. “Please, sir,” he whispers, trying it out. He isn’t sure if it’s what he’s meant to do, and he doesn’t want to get punished. But something inside of him is telling him that Tony won't punish him for anything.

Tony’s smirk grows, and his fingers drag down Peter’s legs. His pants and boxers go down to his mid-thighs just like that, and Peter’s semi-hard cock is freed. “Good, using your manners.”

Peter would do absolutely anything to keep this stranger praising him like this. Peter had no idea that sex could make him feel this good, and Tony hasn’t even fucking touched him yet.

Tony moves one hand to the inside of Peter’s thigh, pushing his left leg slightly to the side. Peter has to stumble to keep his balance. His other hand moves up to grab onto Peter’s cock, jerking it in a loose grip slowly.

Peter gasps at first, almost stumbling yet again. But as time goes on and Tony keeps up with the slow and loose movements, Peter whines loudly. He’s fully hard now, and he’s fighting very hard to keep his hips still. “Please,” Peter whimpers when his whining gets him nowhere. “Please, sir, please!”

“Please what?” Tony teases, tightening his grip for just a beat before loosening it again. His hand is wet with Peter’s pre at this point, and it almost feels heavenly. “Use your words.”

Peter bites his lip in embarrassment, his fingers digging into his hands. “Please, I want more. T-tighter. Please Tony, I w-want more.”

Tony tightens his grip, looking up at Peter with an incredibly playful gleam in his eye. Or sadistic; it’s hard to tell when Peter wants him so badly. The way Tony is jerking him off now feels so fucking good; it’s so tight and warm, and Peter’s pre is making it so wet.

Peter is gasping for air at this point, his cheeks flaming red with both embarrassment and desire. His eyes keep flicking between Tony’s hand around him and Tony’s face. Tony’s eyes are so gorgeous, and they somehow make Peter feel both safe and hunted at the same time. His lips are so pretty too, especially while they’re spread thin and pulled back to show off his sharp canines.

Peter is also fighting the urge to fuck into Tony’s grip, his hips stuttering with the effort of his self-control. “F-fuck,” Peter gasps, arms flexing with the urge to break his honor bondage.

Tony hums, leaning closer so his fist almost touches his lips when he twists his wrist over Peter’s tip. “You’re being so incredibly good for me, you know,” Tony says, squeezing Peter’s thigh to almost the point of pain but not quite. Then he moves his hand up and around Peter’s hip until he’s squeezing Peter’s asscheek and kneading it gently after. “I’m impressed.”

Peter feels like he might pass out if this keeps up. “I want to be good for you,” Peter admits. He blushes even harder; he hadn’t even admitted that to himself before he said it out loud. He knew he had a praise kink-one which went completely ignored by his ex. But this feels different. He wants to be good for Tony because he wants to please the older man, not because he wants praise–although he desperately wants that too.

Tony’s smile widens, and his eyes darken with want. “Yeah? You want to be a good sub for me?” Tony verifies. He squeezes Peter’s base almost too harshly, and chuckles at the squeak he earns from Peter. “I want to fuck you,” Tony says bluntly, running one finger down Peter’s crack. It makes Peter gasp, and he swears his face can’t possibly get any harder. Between the blood in the cheeks and the blood in his cock, he won’t have any left for his brain. “Do you want me to fuck you, Peter?”

Peter nods rapidly, keeping his hands tight to the back of his head. “Yes, please! Please sir, I want-I want you to fuck me so badly.”

Tony licks his lips, giving Peter’s tip a teasing lick before he pulls back again. “Turn around and put your hands on the bed,” Tony instructs. He stays on his knees to watch, but rests so that his ass is on his heels.

Peter starts to push his pants down, but Tony smacks his hands lightly. Peter gasps, eyes wide, looking at Tony worriedly.

“Did I say you could remove your clothes?” Tony asks.

Peter swallows thickly and shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” he says, and then turns around awkwardly with his pants still around his thighs. He bends over and leans his weight on his hands, pushing his ass out and ducking his head.

Tony makes a pleased noise, using both hands to massage at Peter’s ass cheeks. “Good,” Tony praises, using his thumbs to spread Peter’s cheeks apart. “Are you clean?”

Peter nods, lowering his chest to the bed and pushing more into Tony’s hands. Considering he came here for the sole reason to get laid, he made sure to be clean. “Y-yes sir.”

Tony wastes no time in leaning in for a taste, his tongue making a wide swipe up Peter’s crack. Peter whines immedietly, pushing his hips back into Tony’s face in a silent request for more.

Tony, however, is apparently not doing this for Peter’s sake. He licks at Peter’s hole several times until Peter’s legs are shaking, and then he pushes his tongue in immediately. Peter swears and whimpers, letting his arms fall so that his whole forearm is supporting his weight instead of just his hands.

Tony pulls back for air before diving back in, pushing his tongue as deep inside of Peter as it will go. He starts to slowly fuck Peter with his tongue, loosening his hole and getting him extremely wet at the same time.

“F-fuck!” Peter cries, panting and throwing his head back in pleasure. “Oh, fuck, please! Please fuck me, I need it so bad, please!”

Tony pulls back with a smack, pushing his thumb into Peter’s hole as he takes a break. “You make the prettiest noises, Peter,” Tony coos, his voice low and smooth. It makes Peter’s knees weak, and he feels his hips dig into the side of the mattress. His cock is rubbing into the sheets just barely enough to be teasing. “Keep begging,” he instructs, before adding his tongue alongside his thumb.

“Fuck!” Peter cries at the intrusion, trying to push his hips back into it. “Please, Tony, sir, please fuck me! It feels so good, you feel so fucking good and you aren’t even inside me yet. I need it so bad, I-” he cries out, clenching around Tony’s tongue as he removes his thumb. He isn’t disappointed for long though-Tony quickly replaces it with two fingers, his tongue now licking in between them. “Fuck, Tony, please! Please, I’m going to come, please fuck me!”

Tony pulls back and gently runs his teeth over the skin where Peter’s thigh meets his ass, making him shiver and gasp. “Not without permission you won’t,” Tony warns, and he sounds so sure that Peter is suddenly also confident that he won’t be coming before Tony allows him. Tony pushes a third finger in, licking around the rim to add more spit as he spreads his fingers.

Peter whines and whimpers, beyond words now as he just tries to be still and take it.

Tony finally takes mercy on him, pulling his fingers out and giving Peter’s hole one more lick for good measure. He grabs onto Peter’s hips and grips tightly, sliding into a standing position smoothly. One hand slides up Peter’s back until it rests in between his shoulder blades, and then he presses until Peter’s chest hits the bed and his arms give out completely. “Stay,” is all he says.

Peter whines loudly, hole clenching around nothing, and he grips his fists into the bedspread. He forces himself to stay completely still as he listens to Tony undoes his zipper, practically vibrating with need. He never knew this was what BDSM could look like; or what it could feel like. He’s never felt this good during sex before, and all it’s been is foreplay yet!

Tony audibly spits into his hand, and then the other rests on Peter’s hip gently. Peter sucks in air desperately, using every last piece of restraint in him to keep still. “Are you ready, Peter?”

Peter nods quickly, holding onto the sheets tight enough that he’s worried about showing his super strength. “Please, Tony, please fuck me! I need it so bad, I need you inside of me so bad, I want you to fuck me until-” Peter chokes on his words, biting his lip to keep from squirming.

Tony pushes his tip against Peter’s hole, pressing against the tight pressure until it finally slips past Peter’s rim. He doesn’t let Peter adjust, however; he keeps slowly pushing in until his hips are flush with Peter’s.

Peter chokes on a groan, his legs absolutely shaking with how full he is. “Oh, f-fuck. So full. You’re so b-big Tony!”

Tony chuckles, squeezing Peter’s hip with his left hand and moving his right up to pet at Peter’s back. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Tony purrs, and something inside of Peter melts. “And you’re going to keep making those pretty noises, do you understand me?”

“Yes sir,” Peter says, voice pitched. He clenches around Tony, unable to not, and whines when Tony gently slaps his hip in reprimand. “Yes sir, I promise. I’ll be good Tony, please! Please fuck me!”

Tony hums his aproval, and pulls out until he’s only halfway inside. He waits there, hips perfectly still, hands keeping Peter in place without any force.

“Please,” Peter sobs, trying to look over his shoulder without moving too much. “Please fuck me, please sir, I want it so bad!”

Tony purrs and slams back in, starting a rhythm where he pulls halfway out before shoving all the way back in as hard as he can. He slaps his hips into Peter’s hard enough that the clap is loud, muffled only by the fact that Tony is still fully dressed.

Peter cries out with every thrust, his toes curling in his shoes, his face grinding into the bed. Tony is fucking him better than he’s ever been fucked in his life, and he feels like he could black out with bliss. “Oh, fuck!” Peter cries out, biting some of the sheets between his teeth as he growls with pleasure.

Tony chuckles breathlessly, using both hands to grab Peter’s hips and pull him along with Tony’s thrusts. “That’s a new noise,” Tony comments, speeding up just a bit. “Don’t hide them from me, I want to hear you.”

Peter lets go of the sheets and moves his head to the side to pant instead, sobbing in pleasure. “Yes! Yes yes yes, harder Tony, fuck yes!”

Tony groans softly, pressing Peter’s hips into the bed and fucking him even harder. “Such a tight hole for me to fuck, such a good sub for me. So good, you behave so well and you sound so delicious. I want you to come, Peter, just like this. Come on my cock. Be good for me, I know you can. Come.”

Peter throws his head back and screams as Tony grinds into his prostate with every hard thrust, his cock leaking into the bed trapped under his belly. Peter holds his breath as Tony pushes him closer and closer to an orgasm.

Tony pushes him further into the bed, and grinds into Peter roughly before pulling back and slamming into Peter as hard as he can.

It’s exactly enough to push Peter over the edge, and he screams with the all the air he was holding earlier. He gasps and moans through the shock waves of his orgasm, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He swears he almost passes out, the pleasure completely overwhelming.

“Fuck,” Peter whispers, going boneless as he rests all his weight on the bed. He whimpers softly as Tony continues to fuck into him, starting to get a bit overstimulated.

Tony grunts and grips Peter’s hips tighter. “I’m almost there, you did so good for me. Such a good sub, you’re perfect. Perfect-Peter,” Tony groans and presses as deep into Peter as he can, and Peter can feel the older man shooting his come inside of him.

God, the sound of this man moaning Peter’s name as he finishes will be burned into his brain forever. “Tony,” Peter moans, wiggling his hips just a bit impatiently.

Tony chuckles and kisses Peter’s shoulder, before slowly pulling out of Peter. He runs his thumb over Peter’s hole, running it through the mess he left there, and sending shivers down Peter’s spine.

Peter whines softly, feeling boneless and overstimulated. He doesn’t like this part-the getting up and dressed and calming down on his own part. But this is a night he’s going to be jerking off to for a very long time.

Tony groans as he stretches, pushing himself back into his pants and wincing slightly. “Stay,” Tony says, and walks into what must be a bathroom.

Peter is surprised that he’s allowed to stay for now–instructed to, even–but he doesn’t mind. He isn’t sure his legs will work yet if he does try and leave.

Tony comes back a minute later, and Peter looks at his entire form for the first time since they started. His pants are rumpled and wrinkly, and it’s obvious he had been kneeling for an extended period of time. His shirt is untucked and wrinkly as well, and Tony must have loosened his tie at some point because it’s half undone and hanging loose. His sleeves are still rolled up his arms, but it’s less uniform now. His hair is also less messy, and a little is stuck to his forehead with sweat.

He looks like a god, and Peter wants to worship him.

“Tell me if this hurts,” Tony says, and Peter feels himself tensing automatically. But Tony doesn’t hurt him; he just runs a wet washcloth over Peter’s hole, cleaning him up gently.

“What are you doing?” Peter whispers, feeling himself start to relax again.

“Cleaning you up,” Tony says absently, moving the cloth over Peter’s legs. “What, your old dom didn’t do aftercare?” he asks, as if it’s a joke. At Peter’s awkward silence, Tony makes an angry ‘tsk’ noise. “Seriously? What kind of asshole doesn’t-okay, this is called aftercare, and it’s what’s supposed to happen after a scene. Everyone likes different things, but basic care is clean up and making sure that you’re emotionally okay after.”

Peter hums, feeling warm in a way he never has after sex before. “Does that mean I can stay for a little while? Just until I-”

“You can stay as long as you want,” Tony says, running his free hand’s fingers through Peter’s hair. “Come on, do you want a bath or do you just want to relax in the bed for a bit?”

Peter tries to upright himself, but his legs are still shaky and he ends up falling back to the bed. “I wanna stay here for a bit, if that’s okay,” Peter says shyly, even though Tony just said it was okay. This is still weird to Peter.

Tony hums and helps Peter get out of his shoes and jeans, and pulls his underwear back up. Then he picks Peter up bridal style and moves him so he’s lying on the bed normally, his head supported by pillows. He then goes to the other side of the bed and takes his own shoes off, before scooting over next to Peter and laying with him. “You can stay as long as you want. You can sleep here, even,” Tony says. He looks at Peter, and those blue eyes feel like home somehow.

Peter smiles at him, feeling his eyes flutter and a yawn overtake him.

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